"A very sad and improper way of spending a Sunday evening," said Miss
Fosbrook, who had really grown quite angry. "Anne and John, I WILL
put an end to this teasing. Go to bed this instant."
They did not dare to disobey, but went off slowly with sulky
footsteps, muttering to one another that Miss Fosbrook always took
pipy Betty's part; Nurse said so, and they wished Mamma was at home.
And when they came up to the nursery, Nurse pitied them. She had
never heard of a young lady doing such a thing as ordering off two
poor dear children to bed for only just saying a word; but it seemed
there were to be favourites now. No, she could not put them to bed;
they must wait till Mary came in from her walk; she wasn't going to
put herself out of the way for any fine London governess.
So Johnnie had another conquest over Miss Fosbrook; but Anne was
uncomfortable, and went and sat in a corner, wishing she had had her
punishment properly over, and kicking her brother away when he wanted
to play with her.
As for Bessie, she only cried the more for Miss Fosbrook's trying to
talk to her.
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